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Copyright, 1902, by 
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THE LIBRARY OF 
CONGRESS. 

Two C0P.E8 Received 

NOV. 8 . 1902 

_ COPYRIQMT ENTRY 

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Eva, we were so glad you came, 
For life is such a lonely game 
With only one to play it, dear- 



As Hesper found for six long year ; 
But now the games you have, you two ! 
We are so glad you came — are you ? 



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ESPER, I sang these songs 
In her dear stead, 
Who should have crooned them 

To thy golden head; 
Not these, indeed, but other — - 
For ill, dear child, 
A father plays a mother. 
Yet for her holy sake. 
Who sits with Him 

Our God in Heaven, 
I made each little hymn; 

Sing them sometimes 
For love of her and me. 

Thee would she rather hear 
Than all the cherubim. 



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ADDY, do we know the sun? 
Is he a friend of ours? 
For he walks about the garden 

Kissing all the flowers, 
And in the morning, long before 
The servants have gone down, 
He's peeping through the window. 

All dressed to go to town. 
And then again at evening 
He's peeping as before. 
He's prettier at evening 

And shines a good deal more; 
I never saw a gentleman 
So very gaily dressed. 
For, every time I see him. 

He seems to wear his best. 
I wish you'd ask him in to tea, 

I'd love to see him shine 
On you, dear Dad, light up your face 

As sometimes he does mine; — 
For somehow. Dad, he never seems 

To shine upon you, dear — 
Don't you care about him. Daddy? 
Don't you want to ask him here? 



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HY do you love the moon 
so much, 
Daddy dear? 
She seems so cold, and O 
so far 
Away from here; 
She frightens me so lonely there 

Up in the skies; 
And then she has so white a face. 
And such sad eyes! 

Nurse says she is so sad because 

The Sun has run away; 
He was her husband once, and loved 

Her very much, they say; 
But fell in love with Widow Earth 

And little Mars, 
And left some silver — for the Moon 

To keep the stars. 

So when, of course, I think of that 

Fm sad for her. 
And sometimes pray for Mrs. Moon 

A little prayer: 



That her bad husband may repent 
The wrong he's done — 

And yet I can't believe it, Dad, 
Of Mr. Sun ! 



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ASKED the sun to-day 
If it were true — 



^■1 About the moon, you know, 
^^ ■ And he looked through 
M^^3W The window, and he said 

It was a He! 

And told me this instead: 

That long ago 

The moon and he were wed. 

And used to go 

With happy hand in hand 

Both to and fro 

Morning and evening skies; 

But, one sad day. 

The silver moon fell ill 

And died away. 

And never more will go 

Together they, 

And never more will go 

Bright hand in hand, 

And never more will walk 

The same sweet land. 

He said that he would give 



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His whole blue sky, 

If he could only see her once 

And die; 

Just kiss each baby star 

Upon its cheek; — 

For that is all, he says, 

He shines to seek 

It does seem sad 
That he so long has shone 
For others' joy, but has not 
Found his own. 



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HE souls of little girls who die 
God sets up shining in the sky, 
But what becomes of little boys 
I ask of Nurse, and she replies — 
That little boys are born without: 

Just born to scuffle and to shout, 

To play rough games, hit hard and die. 

I'm glad Fm not a little boy! 

I think Fd like to be a star, 

If God would set me not too far 

Away from Daddy, so that I 

Might send him kisses from the sky. 

And shine upon his bed at night 

With such a lovely little light; 

And if he felt too lonely there, 

Fd unwind all my golden hair 

And make a little shining stair 

For him to climb and sit by me — 

O Dad, how lovely that would be! 

And perhaps, if I asked God for you, 

He'd change you to a star, dear, too. 



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ADDY'S quite a lover still, 
His step upon the stair 
Is wonderful and waited for; 

His voice upon the air 
Is sweeter than the sound of 
drums, 
Trumpet or battledore; 
They cease when Daddy comes. 

Yet Daddy only knows two tales 

And only half a song. 
Yet somehow I could listen to him 

All day long; 
If Daddy but says 'Tum-ti-tum,' 

It seems a song to me. 
For Daddy — well, he's Daddy, 

Just Daddy, don't you see? 

You never heard such pretty songs 

As Nursie sings to me. 
You never heard such pretty tales 

As Amy tells to me. 
But I'd rather hear old Daddy 

With his poor old 'tum-ti-tum' 
Than Amy, Nurse, or trumpet, 

Or battledore, or drum. 



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[Translated from the Danish] 

WHERE has baby been to-day! 

And what has baby seen to-day! 

She saw the Moo-Cowhand she 
heard 

The pretty Httle Dicky-Bird^ 
She heard the Cock-a-doodle-doo ^ 
She heard the Pussy-Cat say 'Mew/ 
She heard the Donkey say 'Hee-Haw' — 
So much and more she heard and saw. 
She also heard the Qee-Gee neigh — 
O baby, what a busy day! 





HEN Eva talks and knows 
all that I say 
O won't that be a most 
exciting day! 
When Eva talks, 
When Eva walks — 

won't that be a most exciting day! 

I am afraid we'll sit up long past seven — 

1 have so much to ask her about heaven. 

When Eva talks, 
When Eva walks — 
I am afraid we'll sit up long past seven! 




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HE six means six long 
changing years 
Of playing with my toys, 
A little lonely girl that saw 
No other girls or boys; 

Till Eva came to play with me 
All the long way from heaven; 

Eleven months ago she came — 
So Eva is eleven. 

Sometimes I look at her and think 

Of all she must go through, 
Before she talks and walks about 

The same as me and you. 

Her teeth are trying her just now, 

Two in the bottom row — 
She finds no interest in life 

And longs to die I know. 

But, though she cannot see it now, 

This trouble will go by, 
And she be very happy yet 

And glad she did not die. 




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We love each other very much, 
And, now that she is here, 

I often wonder how I played 
Alone so many a year. 

Of course, there still is much in life 

She cannot understand; 
But give her time! she's but eleven 

And has just learned to stand. 



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HAVE a little sister 

In yonder star, 
Fd climb up there to kiss her 

But it is so far; 
I hear her calling me 

Many a night, 
Just after Nursie 

Puts out the light. 



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^^■^^^^HE sun is weary, for he ran 
fm^k So far and fast to-day, 

■ ■ The birds are weary, for 

^^^^^^ who sang 
^^^^^ So many songs as they? 
The bees and butterflies at last 
Are tired out, for just think too 
How many gardens through the day 
Their Httle wings have fluttered through; 
And so, as all tired people do, 
They've gone to lay their sleepy heads 
Deep deep in warm and happy beds. 
The sun has shut his golden eye. 
And gone to sleep beneath the sky. 
The birds and butterflies and bees 
Have all crept into flowers and trees. 
And all lie quiet, still as mice. 
Till morning comes, — little father's voice! 
So Geoffrey, Owen, PhyUis, you 
Must sleep away till morning too. 
Close little eyes, lie down little heads 
And sleep, sleep, sleep in happy beds. 



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HEN Father and Mother 
went to buy 
A Httle girl up in the sky. 
An angel bade them take 
their choice 
Of many little girls and boys: 
They really didn't want a boy — 
They thought a girl was sweeter far, 
O yes! a hundred times more sweet: 
Though they were tempted very sore 
By a most cunning little lad, 
Who since has come to live next door, 
And often plays with Marguerite. 
Yes! Marguerite — for, though they took 
Quite a long time to look and look — 
For you can easily understand 
You don't buy little girls off-hand — 
They very soon made up their mind, 
And thus was Marguerite assigned. 
And sent celestial express. 
To her terrestrial address. 
Now it is seven years ago — 
For Marguerite to-day is seven — 
Since Marguerite came down from heaven, 
About a quarter to eleven; 



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She cried a little leaving there. 
But the angel said she needn't care, 
Because where she was going to 
It was a kind of heaven too. 
And though it is so long ago 
Since Marguerite came in the snow, 
I think if I should want to know 
The way to heaven any day — 
Well! I'd ask Marguerite the way. 



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/^jl^ ITTLE feet that all day 

4^^PB Make a lovely little song, 

^fj^^^^ Up above me to and fro 
^^^^^^^ Weaving fairy-rings you gO; 
Little feet whose patterings small 
Sweeter than the raindrops fall 
When each raindrop in a shower 
Falls, to rise again a flower. 
In the merry days of spring. 
I have heard your mother sing. 
Nothing else have heard so sweet 
Save the prattle of your feetj 
Little feet that run and run 
And never have enough of fun, 
Little feet so pearly white 
That hate to go to bed at night. 
Ah! though merry day be done, 
In my heart you run and run 
Far into the quiet night — 
Childless, lonely, listening night — 
Sowing, little fairy feet. 
Many a tear-flower pale but sweet, 
Though within your quiet cot 
You sleep, O my Forget-Me-Not. 



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HEARD a star at morning 
sing — 

A little soft six-sided star; 
It seemed to sing of everything 

Impossible and pure and far. 



I said: if only I might live 

A little nearer to that ray, 
If only I might climb to it 

A little nearer every day. 

God said: there is a way less hard, 

That star is not so undefiled 
As one that shall be born to you — 

The spirit of a little child. 

O little star that came to me 

Out of those heights and depths of blue 
Nearer remains that morning star 

Than you to me, than me to you. 



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AST night I slept with 
Marguerite, 
A Httle girl of six years 
old, 
This was her invitation sweet 
"Daddy, please may I — Fm so cold 
In my own cot — please may I creep 
Into your bed to-night to sleep?" 

And so she came, and long we told 
Of fairies, and of kings and queens 

With crowns O ! of such shining gold. 
Of Jacks and giants and of beans — 

And then at last, tired hand in hand, 

We dropped off into fairyland, 

I thought that someone, while I slept. 
Brought violets with stems of dew. 

And pressed them on my eyes and mouth; 
I woke — and. Marguerite, 'twas you! 

I dreamed — "What is that music sweet?" 

I turned — and it was Marguerite. 

I thought that in the shining heart 

Of the deep world where jewels grow, 

I filled my hands with clustered gems, 
Ruby and amethyst — but No! 

I woke and found two little feet — 

O Marguerite, O Marguerite! 



I thought God called me in a dream 
At last to take my heart's desire, 

Fearful, I stretched my hands to fill 
My sad hands with that holy fire 



Warm little heart next mine that beats, 
White little soul — 'Tis Marguerite's! 



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l\ is an apple 

Red on the tree — 
If only that apple 

Would fall down to me ! 

D is a butterfly 

Yellow or red, 
Wave your wings butterfly 

Over my head. 

V^ is a cat 

Soft as velvet or silk, 
Purring old pussy-cat 
Made out of milk. 



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is a donkey 
That never will go 
Dreadful old donkey 



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Why are you so slow ? 



IS an earwig 
That lives in a peach, 
With six other earwigs 
With six legs on each. 



X/ is for Fairy-Tale — 
Hop-o'-my-Thumb, 

Jack and the Beanstalk, 
And Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum ! 



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is a goldfish 
That swims night and day 
If I were a goldfish 

Fd swim right away. 



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is for honey : 
When summer arrives, 
Bees steal it from flowers. 
We steal it from hives. 



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is an Indian 
Savage and Red, 



When no one is looking 
He chops off your head. 



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is for jam 
Safely tied up in pots 
O wouldn't I just like 
To eat lots and lots. 



Ja. is the king 

Who wears sceptre and crown. 
I wish I could see him, 

When I go to town, 

-L/ is the Hghtning 

Out of the sky. 
We don't Hke the lightning 

Eva and I. 

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is the man- 



In-the-moon, you know. 
He went up there ages 
And ages ago. 



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is for nation, 
There used to be two 
Where can the other 

Have disappeared to } 



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is for " Oh ! " 
Which expresses surprise. 
It lifts up its hands. 

And it opens its eyes. 



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X IS a pig 

That grunts in his sty. 
Bacon for breakfast 
Is pig bye-and-bye. 

V^ is the queen 

That ate bread and honey, 
While the king in the counting-house 

Counted his money. 

Xv is a rat 

That Hves in the yard. 
The life of a rat 

Is peculiarly hard. 



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is the sun 
Shining twelve hours a day. 
The moon comes along 

When the sun goes away^ 



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IS a toy 
And sometimes a tart ; 
We play with the toy, 
And eat up the tart. 



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LJ is an uncle 

That brings sugar plums. 
I wish every day 

Were the day uncle comes. 

V is the violet 

That comes in the spring, 
When the butterflies w^ake, 
And the little birds sing. 

VV , of course, 

Is the w^olf in the w^ood, 
That tried to eat up 

Little Red Riding Hood. 

-ZV has exceedingly little to do, 

You find it in box and you find it in ox, 

And I hope I shall find it 
In my Christmas-box. 



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is a Yankee 
Who bought up the earth, 
For more than the crazy 
Old planet is worth. 



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A^ is for zoo, 

Full of monkeys and snakes ; 
The snakes they eat frogs, 

But the monkeys eat cakes. 



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